Taki fic for 10settings; Theme Set A: Car
Title: Best Friend
Word Count: 730
Pairing: implied Ma-kun x Taki
Warnings: Language and mild shonen-ai.
Summary: Taki wakes up disoriented in his car.
“Unh,” Taki groaned. Bright sunshine filtered through his eyelids. He dragged an arm over his eyes and shifted in bed. Funny, the bed felt harder and slanted and intolerably warmer than usual.
A car honked, so loud it seemed to be in the bedroom. Taki stirred, grabbing at the threads of sleep, but the muggy air choked him. So he opened his eyes - and promptly sat bolt upright, uttering a grunt of surprise.
Ma-kun, leaning on the car door with his back to Taki, glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey hey, finally back from the dead.”
Wide-eyed, Taki blinked. Beyond Ma-kun stood Bonbon, the ‘Closed’ sign hanging on the door and the windows dark. Of course. The club opened its doors every night at 9 PM - and judging at how high the sun sat in the sky, evening was years away.
Dull pain pulsed at his temples, and his eyes felt swollen. He clutched at his head, groaning, and fell back. “What the fuck am I doing in my car?” His throat was dry, and when he swallowed, the taste of stale sour saliva filled his mouth. He gagged and pushed his door open, spitting onto the pavement.
“Well, good morning to you too.” Ma-kun took a deep drag on his cigarette and appraised him with twinkling eyes. “You don’t remember?”
Taki swiped his hand across his mouth. “You think I’d fuckin’ ask if I knew?”
“Touché.” Laughter from the blond. “Long or short version?”
Taki glared.
“Okay, short. Hey Tachi, don’t you love shrimp?”
Caught off-guard, Taki nodded. “Why?”
“Oh, nothing.” Ma-kun broke into a grin. “The way you barfed ’em up last night, I figured you hated ‘em. My bad.”
Taki’s eyes widened in horror. “Shit, did I…?”
“Mm-hmm. And if I didn’t love you so much, I’d so be turned off now,” came the cheeky reply.
“Fuuuuck!” Taki groaned. “That bad?”
“Well, kinda somewhere up on the top three. Good thing I got you to the bathroom in time.”
“Rei…did she…?” Taki cringed, remembering the stunning model he’d hounded months for a date.
“She actually felt sorry for you and offered to take you home, but I told her I’d take you home safe.” He looked pointedly at Taki. “Funny we’re still on the street at 10 in the fuckin’ morning, eh?”
Taki blinked, completely missing the look. “Uh. Yeah. Why ?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’? We fuckin’ camped in your car because you, being the total spaz you are, fuckin’ lost your keys!”
“I did?”
“Yeah. I checked everywhere you could possibly hide them. Nothing. Unless you gave ‘em to her as a token of your love.” Ma-kun rolled his eyes.
“Wait, you mean to tell me we slept in my car, in downtown Tokyo, because I lost my keys.”
“Right on.”
“Where are your keys?”
“I left them at home.”
“So we don’t have any keys to get into the apartment.”
“Two points. The locksmith's open now.”
Taki groaned. “That’s a hundred fuckin’ dollars!”
“Hundred fifty. Oh, wait.” Ma-kun reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow sheet of paper. “For you. A present from the friendly city government.”
Taki’s eyes widened. “A parking ticket?!”
“Yep. Look there, it says ‘No Parking Mondays to Fridays, 8 AM to 4 PM. And parking in front of a hydrant. Tachi, that’s gonna cost.”
“Fuck.”
“Plus you owe me a new jacket. You ruined mine.” Ma-kun reached into the window and mussed Taki’s hair. “This wouldn’t have happened if I’d let you go off with that skank, eh?“
“Damn right you should’ve.” Taki glared sullenly at Ma-kun, and got a short chuckle in reply.
“No way. Y’know, when I didn’t hand you over last night, she got really pissed and said she doesn’t need a wuss who can’t hold his alcohol down. She left with this punk dude. So gay. Mohawks and leather.”
“Her ex. She really said that?”
“Yeah. And that she went out with you just so you‘d stop calling her.”
“The fuck?”
Ma-kun shrugged and smiled sympathetically at Taki‘s crestfallen expression. He opened the driver’s door. “Told ya, stick with me and you’ll be forever happy. But do you listen? Nooo. Now move your lazy ass over. I’m driving. First the locksmith, then a shower, then breakfast. I’m hungry.”
Taki smiled gratefully and slid to the passenger seat.
- end -
Word Count: 730
Pairing: implied Ma-kun x Taki
Warnings: Language and mild shonen-ai.
Summary: Taki wakes up disoriented in his car.
“Unh,” Taki groaned. Bright sunshine filtered through his eyelids. He dragged an arm over his eyes and shifted in bed. Funny, the bed felt harder and slanted and intolerably warmer than usual.
A car honked, so loud it seemed to be in the bedroom. Taki stirred, grabbing at the threads of sleep, but the muggy air choked him. So he opened his eyes - and promptly sat bolt upright, uttering a grunt of surprise.
Ma-kun, leaning on the car door with his back to Taki, glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey hey, finally back from the dead.”
Wide-eyed, Taki blinked. Beyond Ma-kun stood Bonbon, the ‘Closed’ sign hanging on the door and the windows dark. Of course. The club opened its doors every night at 9 PM - and judging at how high the sun sat in the sky, evening was years away.
Dull pain pulsed at his temples, and his eyes felt swollen. He clutched at his head, groaning, and fell back. “What the fuck am I doing in my car?” His throat was dry, and when he swallowed, the taste of stale sour saliva filled his mouth. He gagged and pushed his door open, spitting onto the pavement.
“Well, good morning to you too.” Ma-kun took a deep drag on his cigarette and appraised him with twinkling eyes. “You don’t remember?”
Taki swiped his hand across his mouth. “You think I’d fuckin’ ask if I knew?”
“Touché.” Laughter from the blond. “Long or short version?”
Taki glared.
“Okay, short. Hey Tachi, don’t you love shrimp?”
Caught off-guard, Taki nodded. “Why?”
“Oh, nothing.” Ma-kun broke into a grin. “The way you barfed ’em up last night, I figured you hated ‘em. My bad.”
Taki’s eyes widened in horror. “Shit, did I…?”
“Mm-hmm. And if I didn’t love you so much, I’d so be turned off now,” came the cheeky reply.
“Fuuuuck!” Taki groaned. “That bad?”
“Well, kinda somewhere up on the top three. Good thing I got you to the bathroom in time.”
“Rei…did she…?” Taki cringed, remembering the stunning model he’d hounded months for a date.
“She actually felt sorry for you and offered to take you home, but I told her I’d take you home safe.” He looked pointedly at Taki. “Funny we’re still on the street at 10 in the fuckin’ morning, eh?”
Taki blinked, completely missing the look. “Uh. Yeah. Why ?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’? We fuckin’ camped in your car because you, being the total spaz you are, fuckin’ lost your keys!”
“I did?”
“Yeah. I checked everywhere you could possibly hide them. Nothing. Unless you gave ‘em to her as a token of your love.” Ma-kun rolled his eyes.
“Wait, you mean to tell me we slept in my car, in downtown Tokyo, because I lost my keys.”
“Right on.”
“Where are your keys?”
“I left them at home.”
“So we don’t have any keys to get into the apartment.”
“Two points. The locksmith's open now.”
Taki groaned. “That’s a hundred fuckin’ dollars!”
“Hundred fifty. Oh, wait.” Ma-kun reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow sheet of paper. “For you. A present from the friendly city government.”
Taki’s eyes widened. “A parking ticket?!”
“Yep. Look there, it says ‘No Parking Mondays to Fridays, 8 AM to 4 PM. And parking in front of a hydrant. Tachi, that’s gonna cost.”
“Fuck.”
“Plus you owe me a new jacket. You ruined mine.” Ma-kun reached into the window and mussed Taki’s hair. “This wouldn’t have happened if I’d let you go off with that skank, eh?“
“Damn right you should’ve.” Taki glared sullenly at Ma-kun, and got a short chuckle in reply.
“No way. Y’know, when I didn’t hand you over last night, she got really pissed and said she doesn’t need a wuss who can’t hold his alcohol down. She left with this punk dude. So gay. Mohawks and leather.”
“Her ex. She really said that?”
“Yeah. And that she went out with you just so you‘d stop calling her.”
“The fuck?”
Ma-kun shrugged and smiled sympathetically at Taki‘s crestfallen expression. He opened the driver’s door. “Told ya, stick with me and you’ll be forever happy. But do you listen? Nooo. Now move your lazy ass over. I’m driving. First the locksmith, then a shower, then breakfast. I’m hungry.”
Taki smiled gratefully and slid to the passenger seat.
- end -